bullets...

We were really into making lists... whether it was our record collections or lame things about girls that were dating our crushes.
photo by Justin See

one way love

we all had livejournals, internet crushes, and were really jealous of our friend who was on the first page of makeoutclub.

photo by Stian Eikeland

recharging teenagers

we always tried to sing as low as Calvin Johnson after weekends of smoking too much and nicotine headaches.

please take my car

My friend would always leave his car unlocked with the keys in the ignition. He always hoped his car would be gone when we got back to it, but no one wanted a 1983 Toyota Tercel with a rotted out floor and screaming alternator.

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highway to the dangerzone

There was a whole month where my friend only listened to the Top Gun soundtrack. I hated it at first, but then gave in to it's awesomeness...

saliva and floor toms

I was in a band where we all indirectly made out with each other...
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I saw a man on FIAH!

We always made sure to lock our seatbelts whenever my friend's mother gave us a ride somewhere. To her, it was more important to point in the direction of where she saw a man on fire than staying in her lane and away from the divider.
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I go to bakeries all day long, there's a lack of sweetness in my life

We had huge crushes on artsy guys who earned a living doing medical studies. We'd listen to "Hospital" by The Modern Lovers again and again while being overly dramatic about loves that were never meant to be, so we fell in love with Jonathan Richman instead.
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life of chasing butterfly

My friend invited me to go see Madame Butterfly with her because she was obsessed with Weezer's Pinkerton album. After crying through most of the opera, we ran back to the car in the rain, talked about how it was the best opera ever, and how Rivers Cuomo looked super creepy with a beard.
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girl talk 101

We'd spend our lunches in the hallway talking about how Robert Smith's sugar watered hair would smell really nasty and how we wouldn't care and love him anyways.

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blues clues and looney tunes...

We loved making skirts out of pillowcases and old bedsheets.

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food coma

We would go to NYC just to eat burritos. After eating, we wouldn't be able to move thanks to the portions at Burrito Bar.
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punk rock banana split

We randomly wanted banana splits, so we went to Carvel and shared one. I noticed the cool polka dotted pattern on the wall, but it turned out that all those hundreds of dots were little flies. We ran out and my friend threw what remained of our treat at the store window.

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rotten shoed girl

My friend wore her Keds to sleep because of how bad her feet smelled. She rarely took them off until it was time to buy a new $6 pair at Kmart.

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hey Johnny!

My friends and I would go to the Bendix Diner just so we could get served by Johnny the blind waiter. My friend ordered fruitloops once and he asked her if she wanted vodka in it. We later found out that he had quit being a waiter to open up his own limo service.
photo by Kethera

drunk etiquette

When you and your friend are drunk after prom and cutting each others hair in someone elses bathroom, please remember to spend hours cleaning up the little hairs off the tile and then knock over the biggest ashtray all over the floor.
photo by karenwithak

pizza, sleep, and elevation

My friend delivered pizzas because she liked to smoke and listen to her mixtapes on the job, I liked to babysit because I got paid to fall asleep, and another friend of mine worked at the library so she could ride elevators all day.
photo by Mike Colvin

your eyeliner is running

I started to draw stars or crosses by my chunky eye makeup. They later turned into the eye of Ra curl because of my Sandman obsession.
photo by Chris Garbarino

moldy beers

We'd finish off the beers in my garage... even if they had expired and were piss warm.
photo by Dan Muntz

i feel the cosmos

I'd sometimes spend my Friday nights on the roof with a mug full of green tea, a bowl of oranges, a pack of cigarettes, and stare up at the sky for hours. That was my attempt at being deep...
photo by Michael McCullough